Two days passed in a flash.
The muffled winter thunder that had rumbled for days had, at some point, quietly ceased.
The dark clouds lingering over Sanhe District gradually dispersed, and the heavy snow finally let up.
Warm sunlight spilled down, melting the chill into droplets of water that dripped from the eaves. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
Inside Zhizhen Garden, Jiang Yi gently pushed open the window lattice, revealing his youthful, boyish face.
He was dressed in a clean, simple white robe today. With his refined features, he looked like a young master from a Village Clan Direct Lineage.
'A mind as still as water, free of distracting thoughts, and as calm as a placid lake can add another twenty percent to my chances.'
Jiang Yi sat silently, waiting for the auspicious time.
For the past two days, he had neither meditated for Cultivation nor practiced any Breathing exercises.
